29 weeks
Well all the crap that I went through regarding Isaac and birthing classes was utterly pointless, since class got canceled today because my instructor (who is also a doula) ended up at the hospital with one of her girls at 5a this morning. Last I heard (at like, 2:30p) she was only 7 cm dilated. Sounds like someone went to the hospital a bit too early, huh?
Anywho, Isaac and I came to an agreement that I think will work in favor of both of us. He will come down for my birthing classes because he still wants to be here for me and be there when Ember is born. After class we will grab lunch, then come back to the house and work on Ember's giraffe mural. Then he will leave.
I told him I wanted to stay his friend (and he wanted to stay mine) so we agreed that in order for this to work, I didn't want to hear or know anything about Kristen. I don't want to know what they are doing together... I don't even want to know if they are fighting. Period. Sorry, can't be supportive of the relationship right now because, as many of you have pointed out, I don't need this stress in my life.
I'm going to get the phone numbers of everyone he might possibly be around in the next 2.5 months so that way if I go into labor unexpectedly, I can get a hold of him. The plan is for him to come down pretty much as soon I am positive I have gone into active labor. When he gets here, we will assess the situation (can I talk through contractions and all that jazz) and then head to the hospital when I feel like it is time.
We haven't talked a lot about afterward yet... I want him to be there with me while I am in the hospital. I don't want my dad and Regina or my mom staying there with me overnight. No way. So I want him to. We need to discuss this more, because I KNOW Kristen isn't going to be happy with it. But I could care less. And I'm hoping he realizes that those first two days/nights I'm in the hospital will be rough without him there.
I almost took his head off today. You know what he told me? He said Kristen wanted to be at the hospital when I gave birth. To "support" him. I was like... um... who's pushing a BABY out of their VAGINA? I told him no fucking way. He said she wanted to be there in case Ember wasn't his so he could have someone to "comfort" him.
I put my mother fucking foot down. For various reasons. A) My parents are going to be in that damn waiting room. They are liable to kill her if she's there. B) On that note, my parents would probably never speak to him again if he brought her. And C) we won't know if Ember ISN'T his without a damn paternity test. It will be pretty damn obvious if she comes out looking like a little mexican baby who she belongs to. But even if she comes out blonde haired, blue eyes, pale skinned... well, HELLO I'm Norwegian and Irish for chrissake. It isn't out of the realm of possibility. So her reasoning is stupid.
I think she just wants to be there to cause drama. To interfere with this happy time in my life. Maybe I'm being cruel and misjudging her... but I think not. And either way, I don't want her in that hospital.
After I took his head off, he seemed to realize that I was 100% correct. And while he didn't say so, he did say that she wouldn't be there. Ugh. I can't believe he even thought that would fly. I mean, really? Sometimes that boy does not THINK.
So I had a good day. After we got the "talk" over with, anyway. I went to Target and bought mittens and socks (for the hospital bag) as well as a box of Pampers Swaddlers sz 1 (I figure it would be easy to go out and buy a box of NB if she's small... it would be a waste to not use a box of NB if she's average size or big) because they were on sale and I had a coupon. Then we went to lunch (at On The Border, and I got all nauseous while eating the tacos I love... which is a bummer - every time I eat these things I get sick in the middle of eating them... EVERY time) and then headed over to BRU because I had a 15% off coupon and I decided to buy my breast pump. Coupon expired on the 7th and I don't think anyone in my family (or, you know, non-family) was gonna buy me one so I got that, and some burp cloths that came highly recommended by thestarsgoblind. Then we went to wal-mart and I bought a little hanging house plant that I adore and have named Steve. Lol.
Um, belly photo under cut.
I look TOTALLY deformed here. I think it's my shirt all bunched up.
And you can't see it here but I have spider veins all over this side of my belly. And ALL over my thighs. It's pretty bad. But hey, better those than stretch marks. Though I'm sure those are coming. My mom had wicked stretch marks... curse you, genetics!
I've lost about 6 pounds this week. I just had no appetite with all the moping and crying and all that. Not good. I'm down to 140 and I was up to 146 last time I was at the doctor (last Tuesday) so I'm going to focus on eating healthy and eating a lot to try and gain back what I moped away.
I was trying to sleep but Ember keeps moving and kicking and punching. It's gotten to the point where, nights like this, I can't sleep when she's awake. Being on my side is uncomfortable because she insists on moving between me and the bed and it's just... yuck feeling. Being on my back kinda hurts, and if I lay on my stomach... lol she get's PISSED. She must not like getting squished.
So I tried to sleep for about an hour and gave up because it just wasn't happening.
On an entirely unrelated note... I watched Iron Chef America tonight (I watch it a lot, one of my favorite shows!) and for the first time I totally didn't want to keep watching. It was Battle... Spinach. Really. Yuck. I HATE spinach. Especially cooked spinach. Mushy yucky stinky goo.
P.S.: I almost forgot! I got her the CUTEST outfit at Target. It's a bright ass almost neon green onesie that says "you are my sunshine" or something on it, and bright pink little shorts. So. Fucking. Cute. Haha. And obnoxious. I love it.
Anywho, Isaac and I came to an agreement that I think will work in favor of both of us. He will come down for my birthing classes because he still wants to be here for me and be there when Ember is born. After class we will grab lunch, then come back to the house and work on Ember's giraffe mural. Then he will leave.
I told him I wanted to stay his friend (and he wanted to stay mine) so we agreed that in order for this to work, I didn't want to hear or know anything about Kristen. I don't want to know what they are doing together... I don't even want to know if they are fighting. Period. Sorry, can't be supportive of the relationship right now because, as many of you have pointed out, I don't need this stress in my life.
I'm going to get the phone numbers of everyone he might possibly be around in the next 2.5 months so that way if I go into labor unexpectedly, I can get a hold of him. The plan is for him to come down pretty much as soon I am positive I have gone into active labor. When he gets here, we will assess the situation (can I talk through contractions and all that jazz) and then head to the hospital when I feel like it is time.
We haven't talked a lot about afterward yet... I want him to be there with me while I am in the hospital. I don't want my dad and Regina or my mom staying there with me overnight. No way. So I want him to. We need to discuss this more, because I KNOW Kristen isn't going to be happy with it. But I could care less. And I'm hoping he realizes that those first two days/nights I'm in the hospital will be rough without him there.
I almost took his head off today. You know what he told me? He said Kristen wanted to be at the hospital when I gave birth. To "support" him. I was like... um... who's pushing a BABY out of their VAGINA? I told him no fucking way. He said she wanted to be there in case Ember wasn't his so he could have someone to "comfort" him.
I put my mother fucking foot down. For various reasons. A) My parents are going to be in that damn waiting room. They are liable to kill her if she's there. B) On that note, my parents would probably never speak to him again if he brought her. And C) we won't know if Ember ISN'T his without a damn paternity test. It will be pretty damn obvious if she comes out looking like a little mexican baby who she belongs to. But even if she comes out blonde haired, blue eyes, pale skinned... well, HELLO I'm Norwegian and Irish for chrissake. It isn't out of the realm of possibility. So her reasoning is stupid.
I think she just wants to be there to cause drama. To interfere with this happy time in my life. Maybe I'm being cruel and misjudging her... but I think not. And either way, I don't want her in that hospital.
After I took his head off, he seemed to realize that I was 100% correct. And while he didn't say so, he did say that she wouldn't be there. Ugh. I can't believe he even thought that would fly. I mean, really? Sometimes that boy does not THINK.
So I had a good day. After we got the "talk" over with, anyway. I went to Target and bought mittens and socks (for the hospital bag) as well as a box of Pampers Swaddlers sz 1 (I figure it would be easy to go out and buy a box of NB if she's small... it would be a waste to not use a box of NB if she's average size or big) because they were on sale and I had a coupon. Then we went to lunch (at On The Border, and I got all nauseous while eating the tacos I love... which is a bummer - every time I eat these things I get sick in the middle of eating them... EVERY time) and then headed over to BRU because I had a 15% off coupon and I decided to buy my breast pump. Coupon expired on the 7th and I don't think anyone in my family (or, you know, non-family) was gonna buy me one so I got that, and some burp cloths that came highly recommended by thestarsgoblind. Then we went to wal-mart and I bought a little hanging house plant that I adore and have named Steve. Lol.
Um, belly photo under cut.
I look TOTALLY deformed here. I think it's my shirt all bunched up.
And you can't see it here but I have spider veins all over this side of my belly. And ALL over my thighs. It's pretty bad. But hey, better those than stretch marks. Though I'm sure those are coming. My mom had wicked stretch marks... curse you, genetics!
I've lost about 6 pounds this week. I just had no appetite with all the moping and crying and all that. Not good. I'm down to 140 and I was up to 146 last time I was at the doctor (last Tuesday) so I'm going to focus on eating healthy and eating a lot to try and gain back what I moped away.
I was trying to sleep but Ember keeps moving and kicking and punching. It's gotten to the point where, nights like this, I can't sleep when she's awake. Being on my side is uncomfortable because she insists on moving between me and the bed and it's just... yuck feeling. Being on my back kinda hurts, and if I lay on my stomach... lol she get's PISSED. She must not like getting squished.
So I tried to sleep for about an hour and gave up because it just wasn't happening.
On an entirely unrelated note... I watched Iron Chef America tonight (I watch it a lot, one of my favorite shows!) and for the first time I totally didn't want to keep watching. It was Battle... Spinach. Really. Yuck. I HATE spinach. Especially cooked spinach. Mushy yucky stinky goo.
P.S.: I almost forgot! I got her the CUTEST outfit at Target. It's a bright ass almost neon green onesie that says "you are my sunshine" or something on it, and bright pink little shorts. So. Fucking. Cute. Haha. And obnoxious. I love it.